As I was waiting for my boss to get an injection at the hospital, I parked at the edge of Superior, overlooking the Lake. The moody waters were crashing violently further into the horizon. It felt vast, open, and serene. Just a few blocks down the medical district completely overwhelmed me with its towering hospital buildings.
I listened to this Pavarotti aria on my phone. “My last hour has flown, and I die, hopeless! And never have I loved life more.” Jeff Foster posted it on his page. The sound of Pavarotti’s voice broke my heart, just as seeing my beloved boss sick breaks my heart every time.
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